LBJ took the IRT down to 4th st. USA

I love HAIR. I also like that I completed two interviews at temp agencies this week. I almost didn't go to the one yesterday, because it was entirely voluntary, but I'm glad I got my lazy ass downtown because it turned out to be a really good learning experience. I dressed in a suit, even though the person who interviewed me had dread locks and a hemp shirt--I guess the dress code is for clients only. They had me do a short test. I was surprised at how bad my spelling and math were. We live in an age of spell check and calculators, it hardly crossed my mind to do any of it freehand. I did a typing test too, and got 42wmp. That's not great, but I was going for accuracy, not speed. The agent told me that he would make me a priority because I'm new to the city and I don't have any connections. He said he takes pride in helping people like me succeed, which I thought was really considerate.

I'm glad that I did the run through at the first agency, because the second one was the one I really wanted to make an impression on. They handled things a little more professionally. The office was beautiful and had a stunning view overlooking Bryant Park, the New York Public Library, and off in the distance, Times Square. I'd love to work in that office, or one similar to it in Midtown. Here they didn't test me, they simply had me fill out an application and discussed my skills, my preferences, and so on. The owner of the company even came in and did a run through to help me with the format of my resume. I hope they find soemthing for me in a media or publishing office.

I just realized that I started this with a lyric from Hair and then went on to explain how I'm whoring myself to corporate America. The irony!